Heavy hitting against my lungs. Vibrating lungs into the ribcage. The voice of my soul, echoing in the damp, slick cavern two thousand miles beneath my skin.
Another drum, opening up taut hopes that have only reverberated once before, when I was a child with an innocent gleam of light between my veins, caught up around my fingers.
My heart pumps a time dictated by eternity not marked on earth. I listen to its breathing, sure and sacred and miraculous.
There is something deeper than I can claim. I am transparent in the glow and guided by the beat.
Pulsing beneath the soft silk of skin.
Speaking to discover.
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